Taheanta,a song for my greatgrandmother,who was a native indian.She was kidnaped from her tribe by portuguese immigrants.

"Zilita" Zilita, I see you in a sea of dreams running into the forest Looking for the sweet and gentle waves of the river The place that you were bathed When you were born Life among dimonds doesn´t glitter As it did before You wished you were in the forest Naked and free So pure and barbaric Among the trees Where are the dimonds ? Where is the gold ? Where are the gods from the waterfalls? You used to dream of your land Beautiful legends And green rivers ____________ X _________________

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Oi muito lindo este.Você escreve poemas, eu adoro poesia sou fã de Augusto dos Anjos, adoro mesmo.
Não sou conhecedor de poesia mas sempre escrevo as minhas.
Beijos

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